Chapter 30: Biting MosquitoesHaving my right hand marked with white, creamy ejaculate, I pushed my still-hard d**k back into their boxers and khakis, zipped myself up, and then walked down to the pool boy in the sun; as if I hadn’t gotten enough of him already.
Upon my decent, he saw me out of the corner of his left eye, said, “I was wondering where you’ve been.”
I wanted to explain the obvious to him: that I had jerked off to his supine and relaxed body, but kept quiet. Instead, I said, “Around. How’s the sun?”
“A true friend today.”
My walk carried me to the side of the pool near its left corner, closest to the pathway, next to a somewhat dreaming and half-sleeping Tacoma. I hunched down, next to the pool, and placed both hands into the chlorinated water. I acted like I was testing t
